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Refuge Island Info
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Current Senior Riders
Senior Gold: ??? of ???
Senior Male:??? of ???
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The Season Is Currently

Short bursts of heavy rain. Clouds form quickly and clear quickly. No sign of
storms. Fish are biting well. Warm but wet with light flooding in the lowline
fields. High tides reach the sunning stones, but so far do not threaten the
village.
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A Troubled Past; History of Refuge Island
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Topic Started: Dec 23 2011, 03:45 AM (274 Views)
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Dec 23 2011, 03:45 AM
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Drers, like Dragons, were bio-engineered. However, unlike Dragons they were not directly engineered from firelizards. Drers were, instead, taken from samples of Watch Wher DNA. The Watch Whers were furthered by Wind Blossom in a last ditch attempt to make the Watch Whers more useful for fighting thread at night, giving them larger, stronger wings, and making them larger as a result by splicing the Watch Wher genetics with Dragon Genetics. However, due to the volcanic eruption and the evacuation of landing and the southern continent Wind Blossom did not have the time to perfect and complete her experiment. Instead the young Drers were forced to evacuate North with the rest of the colonists and the original Dragons.
At first there was confusion. No where knew what to call the strange beasts. They were like Dragons, but not. Some people called them Whers, others called them Dragons, but one thing was for certain. These splicings of Dragon and Wher DNA were not like Dragons. They were bulkier, stronger, blunter, and as they grew into their awkwardness it became apparent that they resembled Whers more in both appearance and temperament. Quiet a few Dragonriders, and even Dragons, were harmed by these monstrosities. At first they were little injuries, obtained during playing as young Weyrlings, but then it began to grow obvious that the Dragon-Whers were more prone to aggression, and often didn't think twice about harming another Dragon or Human. The final straw was a showdown between two Queens. One was a Dragon, the other an ugly excuse for dragon-family. The Dragon-Wher challenged the Dragon Queen that was her senior, not liking how the others of her kind were being treated. When the Senior Queen tried to put her in her place the Dragon-Wher Queen lashed out, not with words, but with teeth and claws. She nearly slaughtered the Dragon, being stopped only by a collection of Bronze Dragons and Dragon-Whers.
As a result the Drers were exiled after a meeting of the higher ups of Pern, despite Wind Blossom's protests. They were meant to strengthen the Dragons of Pern! To help them grow and become smarter, stronger, more resilient! But no one listened, no one except the very Drer, as they had began to be called, that had attacked her Senior Queen. It brought about a change in the young Drer female, but it was too late, for all the Drers of Pern had three sevendays to gather their belongings, and leave.
But where could they go? There was no where they could hide in the North, the Dragons would breed, expand, and root them out like vermin. All Dragons with a connection to the attacked Queen hated the Drers with a burning passion, saw them as a threat, viewed them as non-Dragons. As such the Dragons had no qualms hunting the Drers down like herdbeasts, and to fuel the fire of escape and exile some did just that, attacking Drers while they slept and depositing their bodies where others could see. It was obvious. If the Drers and their Riders stayed... then they would be killed. To hide was the only option.
And so the Drerriders and those of their families that would follow fled south, and east, in a great migration of wings and tears. There was only one place they could go that the Dragons would not dare to look. Southern. But not back to landing, oh no, but they wanted to be close enough to be able to see when it would be safe to return South, if ever, so the exiled made their home on a large, but dormant, volcanic island in the Eastern Ring Islands. It was a perilous home, as it could burst beneath their feet, devouring them in lava and volcanic ash just as Southern had devoured Landing, but it was where they chose to stay all the same. They did not starve, as they were surrounded by rich and plentiful ocean that gave them a great bounty of fish, and the island was green and contained freshwater within the volcanic craters. Tiny streams bubbled down from these great lakes, freshened by rain and ground water. Fruits, wild avians, and firelizards adorned the island like pearls. To the fleeing Islandfolk, as they came to be known, this was as close to home as they could get, and with ash from the Landing volcano waiting to be tilled into the earth it was sure that crops would prosper well, and prosper they did.
However, a population can only survive on fish, birds, crops, and the occasional firelizard for a short time. The Drers were growing, and fish and what other small creatures they could find would no longer satisfy their hunger. So an expedition was to be made North, an expedition that started a war, and began the rise of age old traditions that by the 9th pass, no one even batted an eye at, or thought to how they came to be. Cattle, pigs, chickens, and scores of other herd animals were slain as the Drers were let loose on the Northern herds. It sated the Drers hunger for a while, but soon it became apparent that the raiding of the North would not be enough. They were beginning to get caught. Whers were put on watch to guard the Herds, and more than once did Drer and Wher clash and do battle, and the Drers, though close cousin to the Whers, were not fit for ground combat. Whers slaughtered many a Drer, and for a while the Islandfolk tried to fish up enough for the Drers to survive off that, but the Drers had tasted red meat, and wanted more.
Plans were drawn up to feed the growing hunger of the young Drers, and when their golden queen rose for the first time it became obvious that they would need cattle of their own. It happened during the dead of the night, a wing of Drers, lead by their own queen, appeared above a herd that they had not yet touched. The Drers swooped down silently, stealing away as many of the cattle as they could. All around Pern other herd animals were stolen as well. Chickens, cows, sheep, ducks, and many other animals were whisked away between to the island. Not all of the animals made it, and most of the smaller animals arrived dead and frozen, though some of their captors had been smart enough to tuck them in something warm, and enough survived to populate the island of refuge.
Refuge Island. The name was like a bubbling murmur among the Islandfolk, and it soon caught on so that anyone referring to the island no longer called it "the island" but instead called it Refuge Island, or simply Refuge. It wasn't long until a permanent settlement was built on a beach at the mouth of an old and dead lava tube. These lava tubes were home to the Drers, and inside, not far from the mouth, a larger cavern was found. It was warm, but not so warm as to incite alarm that the volcano was going to erupt any time soon. The egg heavy Queen found the place acceptable, and as she settled down in the cave plans were made to shift large amounts of sand in from other beaches. This was done over the course of two months, and not long after the queen laid her first clutch!
Twenty mighty eggs there were! All piled up and glistening in the light of candles and bio-luminescent fungus. No one expected the Gold to lay such a massive amount of eggs her first clutching, and as time went on she began to nose her eggs around, separating some of them to one side of the massive mound, and others to another. Each egg was about twice the size of a human head, and though most were drab colored some had splashes of vibrant hues and patterns. There was no glitter gold among them, though perhaps Drers were different in that manner. There was hope and joy, but at the same time a deep foreboding permeated the village. Where would they get enough candidates? There were only so many of their own people... and if Golds laid this many eggs all the time? When questioned the Golden mother would simply yawn and say that all would be well, there would be enough, and that she was no worried. So the Islanders decided to trust her outlook, not that they had much choice. All of the young adults stood at the following hatching, and everyone was shocked when only 8 of those 20 gleaming eggs had hatched. There was some sadness and mourning, but not much. The Gold seemed to know from the beginning that not every egg would hatch, and after the hatching she set about to devouring the remaining eggs, which were nothing but yolk and shell. A few held lifeless bodies, and those she left, partially cracked, to take between once she was finished for a proper farewell.
One bronze, a brown, three blues, and three greens had come about from that first Hatching, and they all quickly grew into their new bodies.
Four Turns since exile.
Three turns later the Gold, Halvesk, laid another clutch, or only she tried to. Something went wrong, horribly wrong. Healers from the north had to be begged to come and help without the knowledge of the Dragons. A few came, and the result was not pretty. Halvesk had to be cut open, an emergency c-section for eggs, or else both the eggs and she would be lost. Fortunately most of the eggs, and Halvesk, were saved, though not without consequences.
This time her clutch consisted of only 14 eggs, and there was hope that maybe all of them would hatch this time. When they looked to Halvesk she said nothing, simply turned away and hid in the back of the sands. She no longer spoke to anyone, not even to her own rider, who felt her drifting farther and farther away. True enough only 7 eggs hatched this time, though the gold egg split to reveal two little Gold Hatchlings! Twins! Identical in every way, except in thought as it would later be known, much different in thought.
Two Golds, one bronze, one brown, two blues, and two greens.
7 Turns since Exile.
After the hatching Halvesk up and left, simply left. Her rider didn't know where she had gone, and, in fact, a few weeks after the hatching the woman had to always be reminded that she had even had a Wher, and, eventually, Halvena only knew of Halvesk by the things others had told her. Sometimes sadness would well up in her heart, left over from something the Drer had forgotten, but then that too was whisked away by something unseen, something forgotten. Halvesk had abandoned Refuge. Not long after her mate had followed, leaving his own rider in the same state as Halvena.
And so, with the two young golds growing up it is yet unknown who will take control of the Drers. Power could go to either one, or it could even be shared, but one thing is certain, the two Golds do not see eye to eye.
8 Turns since Exile.
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